Epilogue :: Broken

Every now and then, an author makes a hard decision to cut a scene. Sometimes it's the right call. Sometimes it's not. In the case of Broken, it was the latter. I opted to cut my original epilogue—and judging from the fact that you have all been wanting more Olivia, more Paul, I should have left it int!

So here it is ... my original epilogue in its original (albeit, unedited) glory!

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He nods. "Good. But actually . . . before we slam every door on our past, have you heard from him?"

My good mood fades slightly. Okay, maybe that part of my life isn't totally over. I know who he's talking about, of course—the boy who was as much a part of our relationship as we were, the good parts and the bad.

He's talking about Michael.

I shake my head. "I haven't heard from him. Not since my douche-bag boyfriend orchestrated the world's worst soap opera with the three of us in Maine."